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Guest Post by RP Andrews, author of Buy Guys

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Today I’m thrilled to have author RP Andrews stop by on his blog tour to give us his annual new year’s predictions! Below that, you’ll find his book blurb, excerpt, and a giveaway!

My Annual New Year’s Predictions by RP Andrews

Two thousand and sixteen will mark my sixth year as the blogger of “Confessions of a Str8 Gay Man.” Some guys over the years have labelled the name of my blog pretentious or judgmental, but I chose it since I try to write for the millions of gay men mainstream America never sees, not the attention whores glorified in gay media but just ordinary people living ordinary lives. The absurdities of our often over-the-top lifestyles to relationships to the social and political implications of living in a microcosm within mainstream America are all fair game for my pontifications, and I am often counter-culture to our self-appointed overly politically correct gurus and tell it like I see it, whether you agree or not.

About this time every year, I come up with my gay predictions where I attempt to be my sardonic best. Here are my predictions for 2016:

Now that gay marriage is legal everywhere, manufacturers of wedding favors will go hog wild. Low end weddings can choose condoms and dental dams with the couple’s names and wedding date inscribed, while those with more bucks may go for synthetic diamond studded cock rings, PA’s, or nose rings and his and his or hers and hers personal vibrators – batteries not included.

And where there’s marriage, can divorce be far behind? Enterprising attorneys specializing in gay separations and break-ups will get smart, form a coalition, and host a website where you can learn about the divorce laws in your state and chat with a number of attorneys who’ll take on your case.

And if you both love Fido, they’ll be a cloning center so you can both have him – for $20,000.

The STD rate will drop dramatically as more and more guys get their kicks virtually rather than in the flesh.

They’ll be a new vetting phone app to weed out hook-up site game players. It’ll be called “Jezebel” after a 1930’s film starring Bette Davis as a hypocritical southern belle. Enter the screen name of your suspected cad or anyone who’s shown an interest in you or you in him, and up will come the number of times he’s been blocked and on which sites, for what reasons, if noted, the age of the pics he posts, any fraudulent info that may have been uncovered (i.e., age, cock size, waist size and relationship status), how many times he’s been through drug rehab, and the ratio of total hits he receives vs. the number he responds to, often an indicator he’s all bullshit.

Another app will allow you to silently zap some guy in the gym who’s sitting on a piece of equipment you wanna get on while yapping on his phone so he instantly gets the runs and has to trot off to the men’s room.

Carpal tunnel syndrome will become the leading medical condition among young gays addicted to their smartphones and all those hook-up apps.

There will be an increase in brain tumors and tumors of the ear among gay boys for the same reasons as above. Earplugitis will spread quicker than herpes.

GPS driven apps like Scruff and Growl’r will automatically suggest to prospective couples who click while out on the town a place or places within a half mile radius where they can fuck around – or at least compare cocks – discreetly.

With circumcision out of fashion, and older guys finding more and more younger guys uncut, the sales of foreskin restoration kits will go through the roof.

The Kim Davis voodoo doll will be perfect for venting about pain-in-the-asses in your life. Simply write their name on the cross daggers (after all, she is a good, God-fearing Christian girl), included and spear any part of the Kim Davis doll anatomy you feel like. (Her mouth, breasts, crotch, and butt will have pre-drilled holes for ease at stabbing.) It may not solve your problems but hearing the doll scream bloody murder each time you stab it certainly will give you some calm.

Cait Jenner, who’s worth a hundred million dollars, will be funding the Cait Jenner Transgender Surgery Center where guys who wanna be girls and girls who wanna be guys can donate their penises or vaginas to someone who really wants one. Any excess penises lying around and of potentially marketable size will go to the Cait Jenner Penis Transplant Center where poorly endowed guys with bucks can have a second chance at being a stud.

As younger gays go retro-fem, RuPaul will create an online course on “Swishing It Up” for butch guys afraid they’ll soon be left out. will also offer a quick on-line “how to play butch” course should one of these youngins be forced to venture into rednecks territory.

A special division of Isis, in an additional capitalistic scheme for raising revenue for their terrorist pursuits, will provide a home grown radicalized hit man exclusively for freeloading twinks married to rich daddies who want to conveniently and quietly have the “old man” disappear for the price of an RSVP cruise and automatically inherit his dough as the guy’s legal spouse. Rich daddies can also use it to dispose of a twink or long-time partner they’ve become bored with. Fees tied to the old man’s tax bracket.

With bestiality the last true sexual frontier, guys who want to have Fido fuck them can order a “Doggie Dong” (small, medium and wicked) from Fort Troff, the online sex toy store, that they strap on their canines. Includes specially created dog treats to keep your doggie distracted while you use him for your own decadent pleasures.

Hey, we’re all overboard on pampering our pooches. It’s time they paid us back!

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Book Blurb:

Pete, a young, gay handsome drifter, is convinced by his roommate Blaze to join him and leave dreary Jersey for sunny, sex-drenched Fort Lauderdale. Their mission is simple: make a free and easy living as male prostitutes on the escort site, Buy Guys. For a while things seem to go their way, but as Pete falls deeper in love with Blaze, he is drawn into a much more sinister scheme that eventually threatens to destroy them both.


It was just after seven in the morning when Pete got back to the house from his graveyard shift sweeping the factory floor at Brewers Screw and Fastener Company. After making himself a cup of coffee, Pete tiptoed into Blaze’s room and took a seat in the corner, quietly staring at his roommate asleep in all his naked glory, his smooth, melon butt jutting out from under the covers. Pete knew Bruno had been there tonight. The big brute was allergic to latex and the box of lamb skin condoms Blaze used when he fucked him was still on the bed stand.

It had been three months since Pete saw Blaze’s ad for a roommate – “masculine gay preferred” – on Craig’s List, and for Pete the timing couldn’t have been better. They hit it off over coffee at Starbucks, Blaze, the tall, slim, smooth, clean-shaven dirty blond, Pete, short, burly, bearded, dark and furry just about everywhere. Though they were both total tops, Pete felt an immediate attraction to his new surfer boy buddy and was happy when Blaze suggested that three-ways might be fun and set one up that same night with an old fuck buddy of his. Pete never let on the real fun for him was watching Blaze in action.

When he was sixteen, Pete’s crazy dad, who had beaten him up since he was a kid, suffocated his pill-popping mother with a Walmart plastic bag in a drunken rage and was now rotting for the rest of his life in Trenton State Prison. No foster home for him, Pete hitched rides with truckers he blew for food till he got to San Francisco where, grabbing a room off Harrison, South of Market, he worked the window at Blow Buddies, played bouncer at the Lone Star Saloon, was a sometime-escort to rich old fucks on the hills, and drifted in and out of a meth habit—twice. The last time he slammed was that weekend in Seattle. After what happened there, he stopped cold turkey and swore to himself that he would never touch the stuff again.

Then last August, out of the blue he heard from his father’s brother, twice-divorced Uncle Walt, who lived in Lyndhurst, New Jersey in a small clapboard house not far from where Pete had grown up. Seems Walt, a three-pack-a-day man, was dying of lung cancer and wanted Pete to come back and take care of him, wipe his ass, change his piss-stained sheets, and feed him like a baby, and for that, Pete would get the old man’s house, a fifty-thousand-dollar life insurance payout, and his 2004 Ford Bronco.


Only, after Walt kicked, Pete learned the house had a reverse mortgage on it and the bank owned it now, and the insurance policy was as real as his last trick on meth back in San Francisco.

At least the Bronco worked.

At Walt’s funeral, Pete ran into one of his old Garfield High chums, a security guard at Brewer’s who got him the job, and a week after that, just as he was being kicked out of his uncle’s house, along came Blaze’s ad.

Pete had been sitting in Blaze’s room for about twenty minutes when the dirty blond woke up. It was time to tell him the bad news.

“The fuckin’ rumor’s true.”

“Whatya mean?” said Blaze, turning over to show off his morning woody. Pete had seen it dozens of times before, but it was still, well, pretty. A nice seven inches, cut. Just like his.

“The rumor about Walmart buying up the factory to build a supercenter. They posted the notice at the time clock. The place is shutting up the end of the month, which means Friday.”

Blaze rolled out of bed and walked over to the bathroom a few yards away to take his overdue piss. “Well, then, it’s time,” he yelled as he relieved himself, “I mean, that is, if you wanna come with me.”

“Come with you where?” said Pete, still sitting in the corner of Blaze’s room.

Blaze walked back in. “To warm, sunny Lauderdale where we can play whores for hire.” He grabbed his silver and gold ID bracelet with his initials, BET for Blaze Eliot Talbot, from on top of his dresser and put it on his left wrist. “The place is loaded with lonely old retired gay guys with dough who’ll just eat us up.”

“You’re— You’re nuts—no, delusional,” said Pete, thinking this was all a joke.

“Hey, I checked it out on the web,” replied Blaze, scratching his pubes. “There’s even a site and a phone app called Buy Guys where we can sell what we got.”

“But, I—I don’t know…”

“You told me you fucked guys for money back in SF, didn’t you?”


“And I had a guy keep me in Manhattan for almost five years.”

“Till you said he kicked you out on the street for some younger blond bimbo.”

“His fuckin’ loss. Hope the shits get AIDS,” said Blaze, grabbing his Samsung from the bed stand.

“So we were both pay boys, so?”

“So, we both know nothing makes the cock harder than a stack of twenties on the bureau. Or keys to his Lexus.”

Then he moved in closer and stared at Pete, straight on.

“Listen, I was meaning to talk to you about this for a while, but now your little setback is the kick in the ass we both need to make it happen. You think I wanna keep fuckin’ Lardass forever just to save a few bucks on the rent?”

After Sydney kicked Blaze out of his Upper West Side condo, Blaze, who grew up in Totowa, decided to come back to his roots and grabbed a job as a driver and catch-all man for Bruno and his Forest Rest Funeral Home in upscale Fair Lawn. Married with three kids, Bruno took a liking to his dirty blond assistant, gave him a place to live in the lower apartment of the two-family house in Garfield he inherited from his mother, and took half off the rent if Blaze would fuck his fat, furry ass whenever Bruno felt like it.

“Let me show you what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about,” said Blaze, pulling up the Buy Guys app on his phone and handing it over to Pete, who began flipping through profile after profile of the young, hung, and beautiful.

“And we’re gonna compete against all these pretty boys?” said Pete, laughing.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off and come over here,” instructed Blaze with a dare in his voice as he walked over to his dresser with the large mirror. Blaze was two years younger than Pete, twenty-five versus twenty-seven, but Pete felt he was always the one who needed somebody to show him the way. Right then, that somebody was Blaze.

“Now, did you ever see two hotter dudes in your life?” laughed Blaze. Both their dicks were getting hard.

Pete smirked back at the two of them in the mirror.

“And we got a gimmick the rest of those little boys ain’t got,” said Blaze. “We can bill ourselves as a team. The dynamic duo!”

RP Andrews 2015Author Bio:

RP Andrews spent most of his life in New York City as a public relations executive before relocating to Fort Lauderdale in 2002, where he enjoyed a brief second career teaching writing at a local university.

All his works of erotic gay fiction and non-fiction are available at and and selected publisher websites.

His first work of erotic gay fiction, a collection of edgy short stories called Basic Butch, was originally published by San Francisco-based GLBT Publishers in 2008. Basic Butch features characters who go down life paths that, in the end, they wish they had never explored.

His latest works of serious gay fiction include:

The Czar of Wilton Drive, the story of Jonathan Antonucci, a twenty-one-year- old, barely-out-the-closet gay man from suburban New York who overnight finds himself a multimillionaire, thanks to a bequest by his late gay uncle. Uncle Charlie has unexpectedly died of a heart attack, leaving him the sole owner of several of the most successful bars in Wilton Manors, Fort Lauderdale’s gay ghetto, making Jonathan the Czar of Wilton Drive.

Flying down to Lauderdale to claim his bequest, Jon encounters Uncle Charlie’s dubious friends and business associates, and is immediately submerged in Lauderdale’s scene of unbridled sex and heavy drugs. He also discovers his great uncle’s memoirs which reveal truths not only about Jon’s own past but also what may have really happened to his uncle. In the end, Jon is torn between avenging Uncle Charlie’s death or loving the man responsible for it. From Kokoro Press.

Not In it For The Love, set at the turn of the new millennium. Josh, a young street-smart Florida drifter is snatched from his dead-end existence as a male hustler in a cheap Key Largo motel by Bishop, a Wall Street power broker who sets him up as his trophy boy in Manhattan society.

There, Josh, after leading a promiscuous lifestyle within New York City’s gay sub-culture, meets Hylan, a young, bi-racial, down-on-his luck, wheelchair-bound musician who awakens in Josh what love can be between two men. But their chance at happiness and the lives of those around them are forever changed by 9/11. From Totally Bound Press.

Buy Guys, his latest novella published by Wilde City Press, is the story of Blaze and Pete, two young, handsome drifters with nothing and nothing to lose. Blaze convinces Pete, who is falling in love with him, to leave dreary New Jersey and lead free and easy lives as male prostitutes in sunny Fort Lauderdale, posting their profile on the male escort site, Buy Guys. Blaze, however, soon pulls Pete into a much larger, more dangerous scheme, a scheme that eventually threatens to destroy them both.

RP Andrews’ daily social commentary blog on gay life in America has been running since 2010 at, and a second edition collection of these commentaries is available as an e-book on Confessions of a Str8Gay Man is RP Andrews’ unvarnished, unorthodox views of Modern Gay America which are often counter to today’s political correct gay media.

In addition, there is Furry Man’s Journal, his erotic memoirs as a hirsute gay man as told through his experiences with the dozen iconic men in his life.

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Blog Tour: Cotton Candy

Today I’m thrilled to have M/M erotic romance author Mae Hancock as my guest.  Mae is here to talk about her newest release, Cotton Candy — check out Mae’s guest post below, as well as the blurb and excerpt from Cotton Candy, and a great giveaway!


Guest Post by Mae Hancock

The near death experience is one, which makes us stop in our tracks and take stock of our lives. If you’ve ever had a close call then you probably recall doing something different or thinking through your life. Sometimes the event can be as simple as being narrowly missed by a speeding truck. It could be a health scare or the death of someone in our circle of family and friends. I’ve often sat down and thought through my life after an event like that and pondered the issue: if I died tomorrow would I be satisfied with how I’d lived my life? If the answer was ‘no’ then it was about time I changed things. I have to say that now I write and study full time I feel safe to say that I wouldn’t feel cheated. I’ve lived a worthwhile life and do voluntary work as well as making sure all the people I love know that I love them, and all the things I wanted to do or be are on track.

When my characters from Cotton Candy, Bay and Cotton are on the road together and they’re involved in a landside and it shakes them both up, and causes a total reassessment of their lives. Cotton realizes he needs to support Bay through his difficulties and it’s also somewhat of a turning point for Bay. He makes a reassessment of things and clearly his thoughts are steering toward making adjustments in his life. There’s also other deeper feelings of loss which Bay experiences that day on the mountainside but these are emotions which will steer him long term on the road out of his struggle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and enable him to bond with his partner and family long term.

I guess my philosophy is, make your life worthwhile and never look back with the regret that you didn’t do or say something. Live to the full and change the things you’re not happy about.

Cotton Candy – Blurb 

Cowboy, Cotton Reid is the laid back type of guy who accepts people as they are, no matter how flawed. He’s fun, honest and crazy about his boss and friend the sexy rancher Bay Redman.

Living with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is something that family man, Bay, has done his whole life. Bay can be like a bear with a sore head if the hay isn’t stored symmetrically or his fridge contains an odd number of jars.

When the two men begin a hot affair, Cotton keeps a secret from Bay, but will Cotton find the courage to tell the truth before someone else does?

Cotton Candy – Excerpt

The heat of the spring sunshine made the air thick and heavy like midsummer as Cotton and Bay rode back toward the ranch after a long day rounding up cattle for market. A faint breeze caught strands of Cotton’s hair, blowing it into his face beneath the tan Stetson. He lifted the hat off and ran his fingers through his damp mop of hair. Then, pulling a band from his wrist, he secured the locks into a familiar small bunch, leaving a fingerbreadth of tail hair at the nape of his neck.

Glad for the momentary relief from the heat, he placed the hat back on and took in Bay’s broad shoulders as he rode in front. For some reason today, Cotton had not been able to break away from studying each movement Bay made. Twice before, Cotton had stared at the man too long and noticed Bay’s brown eyes searching his own. Has he noticed me watching him? The man’s deep, smoky cedar scent carried to Cotton on the wind, the smell so rich and bountiful it made his senses stir with desire.

Starting to get darn near obsessed with the man who doesn’t even notice me—not in a carnal way anyhow. 

Bay and he were boss and hired help. Bay didn’t chase, pursue, desire—or even demand anything of Cotton, which served to make the man more attractive. Bay’s sensual, deep-brown eyes tugged at Cotton with each glance, and Bay’s thick lashes fanned out, flattering his dark-bronze skin. A simple, meaningless smile had far-reaching and significant implications for Cotton. Put simply, it meant Bay approved of him and the things he did. The rancher’s soft, full lips framed milk-white teeth, and sent urgent ripples right through Cotton’s body, leaving his fingertips tingling and the reins slippery with his sweat.

Mae Hancock – Author Bio

I enjoy writing both academic and fiction material. My research interests include focus on people who experience marginalization, both in historical societies and modern. Themes include disability, neurosis, homosexuality, addiction, mental illness, slavery and prostitution. The most important part of my work is creating multi-dimensional, believable characters that are able to build lasting romantic relationships against the odds. I want all my readers to laugh, cry and enjoy the erotic journey towards a happy ending.

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Twitter: @Hancockfiction



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GUEST POST: Adjusting to a New Lifestyle by Lucy Felthouse

Greetings all,

I’m super-thrilled to be one of the hosts for Lucy Felthouse on her blog tour for Native Tongue, her hot new release.  Lucy stopped by to share some thoughts with us — so dive right in and learn about Native Tongue — and then check out further down in the post for a blurb, an excerpt, and a giveaway at the bottom of the post!


Adjusting to a New Lifestyle by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

When I wrote Desert Heat, I didn’t give a single thought to how the characters, Hugh Wilkes and Rustam Balkhi, would act in public together. The book is based in Afghanistan, in a military setting, and their relationship is absolutely secret, and has to stay that way for many different reasons which you’ll understand if you read the book—I don’t want to give it away. So I didn’t need to consider how they would behave with friends or family, or simply out on the street.

This all changed when I decided to write a follow up. Native Tongue is set back in England, and my characters no longer have to keep quiet about their sexuality and their relationship. However, I knew it wouldn’t be as simple as them arriving on British soil and suddenly holding hands and being perfectly at ease with their new situation. For starters, both men are still “in the closet”.

Things are a little easier for Balkhi now, given he’s away from Muslim extremists that already had a problem with his choosing to translate for the British Army, and would have an even bigger problem with his sexuality. He’s in London, back in medical training, and can be much more himself.

Wilkes, on the other hand, still has his family, friends and colleagues to contend with. He’s sure nobody that matters would have a problem with his being gay, but he’s got to tell them first…

This doesn’t end their woes, though. Their complete change of setting causes other problems. They’ve gone from having an utter need for secrecy to being pretty much able to do what they want. And adjusting to the habits and behaviours of several months can’t be done overnight. The boys have got to take it one step at a time, and support each other. But it won’t be easy.

Thanks so much for stopping by! Be sure and check out the giveaway, and please visit my other blog tour stops, too.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


Balkhi glanced at the clock on the wall. “No, not really. It is almost nine o’clock. If I am quick, we should be able to find somewhere still serving food.”

“I thought we could head to the Soho area—that’s open pretty late, I think.”

Raising his eyebrows, Balkhi replied, “Um, okay. That is the gay area, isn’t it?”

Wilkes nodded. “Are you okay with that? I just thought it’d be good for us to get out there as a couple, which is going to be a little strange for both of us, in a place where nobody will care.”

It was Balkhi’s turn to nod. “It is an excellent idea. But I do not know about it being open late, I have never been there. Last time I was in London I did not really do that much exploring. And the places I did go to were the more popular tourist attractions.”

“Well then,” Wilkes smiled, “that’s perfect. We can be tourists together. Go get showered, I’m starving.”

A glint in his eye, Balkhi shot back, “You are also still half-naked.”

Wilkes looked down. “So I am. I suppose I’d better get dressed, then. Soho’s used to gay people, but probably not ones dressed in only a towel!”

Balkhi crossed the room, heading for the door. As they drew level, Wilkes had an urge to playfully swat Balkhi’s arse as he passed him by—but something stopped him, and then the opportunity was gone as Balkhi left the room.

Frowning, Wilkes retrieved his holdall and removed some clean underwear and clothes, dropping them on the bed. Why did he feel he couldn’t entirely let go with Balkhi? They’d spent a ridiculous amount of time together—albeit not over the past few weeks—getting to know each other, working together, having sex…

Suddenly, as he applied his deodorant, it struck him. That was it. The reason the pair of them seemed to have two settings—awkwardness and hot sweaty sex—was because that was what they’d become accustomed to. In Afghanistan, they were either working or fucking, with very little in between. When they were working they’d been all business, petrified of someone noticing something a little off in their manner, their body language. When they were fucking… well… they were fucking, in complete and utter secrecy.

And now, out of that environment, with no one watching or caring at all, they were struggling to shake off those deeply ingrained habits.


They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

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**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat (which is recommended before picking up this book), there’s a great value two book bundle available exclusively on Amazon, and is FREE to Kindle Unlimited members: – also, from the 3rd-10th June, the double pack is enrolled in a Kindle Countdown Deal, so be sure and grab it before it goes back up to full price!**

Lucy_Felthouse (2)Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


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The Future of Sex – Guest Post by Harley Swank

Greetings blog-lovers!

Today we’re joined by Harley Swank, author of Jacob’s Lantern – and he’s here to tell us a bit about his vision of the future of sex, and how it plays into his new book.

But before we get to the post, check out the blurb for Jacob’s Lantern:

A naughty scientist has designed a machine for erotic pleasure, and he needs strapping young college bros to try it out.

The Future of Sex
By Harley Swank, author of Jacob’s Lantern

What is the future of sex? Is it going to gay bars and hitting on a hundred guys that say no? Is it wasting endless hours on Adam4Adam,, Tinder, Plenty of Fish?

I say the future is MACHINES. Imagine sex machines that can be enjoyed by the Abercrombies as well as the Finches, by the pretty and the trolls. Slavery is illegal, and being a sugar daddy is not an option for most people, which is why Jacob’s Lantern represents one sexual invention, an artifice with holes designed to simulate anuses that are beyond humanity. Tighter, with more ridges, than anything nature could create.

A self-lubricating apparatus that permits the user to penetrate as well be penetrated, with an anal trainer designed to adapt to the virgin anus as well as the professional bottom that expects greater lengths and/or thickness. Whether it’s a lonely man or a socialite with his randy friends, this contraption encourages participation.

If you want to read a story of a sexy scientist and his hot research assistants, I invite you to read Jacob’s Lantern. This 16-page book will be FREE on Thursday, May 14th, and if you have Kindle Unlimited, you can buy it for free any day of the year.

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